"One of these days I'm going to die" I listened to pretentious music for awhile but I could hardly stay there for an entire 45 minutes. One minute around a gazillion and one hipsters is no longer just one minute. Its fifteen minutes, and then some. I tasted blood in my mouth. I hadn't eaten in hours. But I had brushed my teeth for the sake of cleaning up and now all I could taste was blood. I left, I had to go. I spent another lunch in alone. People looked at me and I could not tell why, I was dressed for winter and it was 84 degrees exactly. In my mind. I went back. I had to go back. I purchased a book. In a music store. I disobeyed the rules of the road. Narrowly missing cars. I cringed and spoke aloud to myself. "One of these days I'm going to die." -Chris